Santa Claus's phone - Stories of Uncle Nightmare.

Uncle Nightmare Stories: Santa Claus's Phone

When we were teenagers we liked to visit from time to time
old city cemetery. It wasn't passion that drew us there
to mossy graves and rickety crosses, and the desire to listen
stories of the cemetery watchman Uncle Nightmare. Of course
this ancient old man with a thick gray beard had
and an ordinary human name, either Ivan Semenych, or Boris Ivanovich,
but we never called him anything other than Uncle Nightmare.
He wasn't offended. The old man loved nightmares, and every one he told
to them history was so permeated with primitive horror
and fear that to this day, remembering the dark evenings spent
in the cemetery, we feel genuine anxiety and slight
trembling in the knees.

One day Zhenya, our incorrigible excellent student and best student
class, asked Uncle Nightmare:
- Do you know anything about Santa Claus? Who is he? And why does he give it?
  gifts for children? Natasha, the most beautiful blonde in school,
  hastened to add:
- And, in general, what can you chat with him about and what can he have?
  ask?
Uncle Nightmare thought for a second, scratched his fingers behind his ear and
replied:
- Okay, listen, guys, the story about Santa Claus's phone.

***

Mashenka was a good girl. Except for the inexplicable
dislike for water procedures, she simply could not
note the shortcomings. A diligent student, a responsive daughter,
reliable au pair... Parents,ordinary engineers
from a small research institute, they literally doted on her.

But the idyll did not last long. It all ended in one blizzard
New Year's Eve, when after the distribution of gifts at school
Christmas tree, Mashenka brought home a red toy phone.
“Grandfather Frost himself gave this to me,” she said proudly.
In response, the parents smiled, they were sincerely happy to see how
their daughter is happy with the gift.

However, soon the telephone stood in the way of family happiness. Mashenka
I almost never parted with the gift. She carried it everywhere
with you: to the kitchen, to the store, to school. When Mashenka went to bed
sleep, she hugged her phone tightly, and all attempts
parents persuade her to put the toy on the table
ended in failure. Weekly bathing, and earlier
so unloved by Mashenka, has now become a real nightmare.
The girl didn’t want the phone to fall under water, but let it go
I didn’t want him out of my hands either. Every time my parents fought
with her tenacity, and each time victory was harder for them
and heavier.

The New Year's gift had an undeniable impact on the school
Mashenka's academic performance. She stopped preparing homework and doing
homework.

Mashenka devoted all her time to the fact that, having climbed
with her feet on the sofa, sat quietly, pressing her receiver to her ear
phone. This worried the parents much more than
worsened hydrophobia. They turned to their
relative, childdoctor, Aunt Marina.

Aunt Marina became a frequent guest in Mashenka’s family. However, how
she didn’t try to get the girl to talk, she didn’t do anything specific
I didn’t want to tell you about the toy phone. Mashenka
was silent, clutching her treasure tightly to her chest, only sometimes
repeating: “We don’t bother you. Don’t bother us.”

Soon the problem became more serious. Mashenka
got into a fight with a classmate, or rather, not
got into a fight and beat him brutally. The thing is, boy
decided to play a trick on the girl and one day during recess, he pulled out
She took the phone out of her backpack and started running down the corridor. Mashenka
literally in seconds she overtook the offender, with a powerful push in the back
She threw me to the floor and started kicking her. She hit hard and
exactly, in the groin and face. A minute later her beige shoes
stained with the blood of the fallen. If it weren't for the one who arrived in time
physical education teacher, no one is sure whether this would have ended
case without death or not.

The boy was taken to the hospital with multiple bruises and abrasions
and third degree concussion. Mashenka was placed on
registration with the juvenile affairs inspectorate.

Aunt Marina began to insist that the girl be hospitalized.
The parents did not agree, convincing the doctor that medications only
They will destroy Mashenka, but she can only be cured with affection and care.
After a lively discussion in the smoky kitchen, Aunt Marina
drew the line: “You have been invited to a conference inMoscow?
So, go ahead. I'll stay with Mashenka and try to cope
with her illness. Don't mind. I guarantee it won't get worse."

The parents reluctantly complied. Just before leaving, parents
asked: “What, Marina, are you going to do first?”
“Throw away this damn phone,” came the answer.

Three days of the conference passed in endless conversations about
How is their daughter doing? Three evenings were spent in intercity
telephone booths for calls home. Parents
Mashenki was pleased to learn that Aunt Marina succeeded
steal a toy phone while a girl is sleeping. In return, aunt
Marina gave Mashenka a beautiful doll and a teddy bear
and many different other toys. Although for new gifts girl
reacted completely indifferently, by the end of the second day, according to
according to Aunt Marina, Mashenka stopped crying and stopped
remember your phone number. On the third day Mashenka came out
go for a walk with friends. Parents for the first time in the last month
They smiled: they were sure that their daughter was starting to get better.

The parents returned home in high spirits. With you
they were carrying a whole bag of gifts and were cheerfully discussing in what
they will be handed over in order. When entering the apartment they were surprised
strange smell wafting from inside. A slight tremor ran through
their bodies when, turning on the light in the hallway, they noticed
purple stains covered the walls. In anticipation of trouble,
parents opened the doordoor to Mashenka's room. reigned there
a terrible mess. The bed was broken, the pillow
gutted, dolls, plush toys torn to pieces
and scattered in the corners. And purple spots were visible everywhere.
Mother almost had a heart attack, so father
He carefully took her to the kitchen to give her a sedative.
It would be better if he didn't do this...

From the kitchen table she looked at those who entered with glassy eyes.
Aunt Marina, or rather her severed head, carefully laid
into an enamel bowl. The floor was covered in blood, they stood on the slab
two frying pans filled with still warm entrails, on
a woman's hand with a wedding ring lying on a cutting board
on the finger... The nightmare of what happened snapped its tenacious tentacles
on her mother's neck and she lost consciousness. Father limply
leaned against the wall, unable to even scream.

And then he heard a child's laughter. The voice is undeniable
belonged to Mashenka and was coming from the bathroom. Father
I gained strength and stepped towards the voice. The door to the bathroom was
covered, but not tightly, because the telephone cord was in the way
reaching inward. Anticipating something terrible, the father opened
door...

Splashed in a bathtub filled with bloody, fetid fluid.
Mashenka. She held the telephone receiver near her ear and cheerfully
chatted: “But daddy is back. He probably isn’t either.”
wants to leave us alone. What, Grandfather Frost, we are with him
Shall we?"

***

Uncle Nightmare finished the story, andcemetery guardhouse
There was a painful silence.
“You know,” Zhenya broke the silence with a trembling voice, “I
Once for the New Year they also gave me a red toy phone.
But the next day at the school party I gave it to one
a girl who was very sad that day. Do you think how
was her name?